A childhood friend of mine lived in a wood cabin/house of sorts built out in a rural area. It was a pretty ramshackle place built by his father's own hands, I believed. Roomy, but the place leaned and was drafty. In any case, for its two floors and 4 occupants, there was but one bathroom, downstairs. The bathroom was quite literally a toilet seat placed on a walker set into the floor at chair level, over a hole cut into the floor. Waste went down into their open basement (which was really more just a dirt pit beneath their house. Reaked to high heavens.

Well, one day, we woke up and heard his cat meowing but couldn't find him anywhere.